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Something fairly unique about where I live is that I’m not a native speaker, and I can generally ignore what others are talking about when trvalling by public transport. It’s not unusual for folk to speak in Russian, Turkish, Arabic, etc. while I stare out of the window in transit.

This has the unfortunate side effect of allowing me to pinpoint English speakers, and I cannot tune them out. I don’t really care for the personal detail of other people’s lives, but I usually get to hear them.

The worst part of this is returning to somewhere that everyone speak English. I assume that being involuntarily psychic is like this, a thousand minds screaming personal information all at once.

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